New Home #1

We wanted to live nearer to Pine Grove the drive was a pain. Daddy asked us if we wanted to buy the Scheib home in Tremont. I was so excited! My grandfather built the home with the help of my Dad. It had 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom and a room that could be a dining room or a second bedroom. It also had a basement and an attic. Kerry really used the basement and had it set up very nice (until I moved in the chickens – tell you about it later). I always wanted to turn the attic into two bedrooms. It was on a triangle lot. The front yard was the narrow tip. It had wash lines and a cement block around the yard to help deter traffic from entering the yard. The back yard had the broad base and three of the best blueberry bushes ever! Grandma had two large Peony plants that I got rid of and tried to get rid of the ants that used to work them.

I was pregnant with (Billy, Bill, then William)Wil when we moved in. Billy was a good baby. He did not like to nurse. He was always hungry. He ended up sucking a bit of skin right off of me. That was when I quit nursing and went to a bottle. He started to eat rice cereal right away as well. By the time he was a year old he threw his bottle in the trash. He always threw a pacifier across the room. I was very proud of him. I did not like it any more than thumb sucking. But then I realize that babies need something.

When Billy was 3 months old I was already a veteran of brainwashing him to say Da Da. By the time he was 4 months old he could say Da Da. One day when Kerry was on the floor I laid Billy on top of him. Billy started to say Da Da and Kerry finally was gaga over his son. Before that he was a little afraid of him.

When I had to go back to work I expected Kerry to take care of him. He would make me change him before I left because he did not want to do that. He was always telling me that he would never change diapers. (after a while he was a pro just like me) It was very hard on me leaving Billy. I did not like for Kerry or my mom or anyone to take care him. When Billy was 7 months old my dad had a broken leg; his favorite activity was to stand Billy up at the foot and get him to walk up his cast toward him. Before Billy was 8 months old he was walking all over the place.

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